Tuesday, September 16, 1980
Dragging his beloved Fredbear plush behind him, Evan waddled up to the door to his father's home office and reached up to the door knob. After some initial difficulty, he managed to get the door open.
Inside, Evan saw his father hunched over his desk, drawing and writing something.
"Daddy," Evan babbled as he slowly made his way over to his father.
"Hm?" Completely absorbed by his work, William absentmindedly turned around. He smiled when he saw who it was. "Why, hello there, sport! What are you doing here?" He chuckled as he got out of his chair and picked the boy up, cradling him in his arms. "Do you want to see what I'm making?"
Evan, now sucking on his thumb, just nodded.
William smiled fondly at the boy as he brought him over to his desk that was covered in blueprints. "I'm designing the characters for my restaurant. Look," William said and pointed at a drawing of a clown girl with pigtails. "This is Circus Baby, the leader of the band." Next, he pointed at a drawing of a tall, slender, feminine figure. "And this is Ballora. She's a ballerina. Though, I suppose you don't know what a ballerina is, do you?"
Evan thought for a moment and then shook his head.
William laughed. "I thought not." He then pointed at a drawing of an elegant anthropomorphic fox. "Next we have Funtime Foxy, who's a bit of a prima donna." Finally, he pointed at a drawing of a bear in a tophat that had a Bonnie hand puppet. "Lastly, we have Funtime Freddy. He's great fun at birthday parties." William then looked down at his son and asked, "What do you think? Do you like them?"
Evan took a moment to think, but then nodded.
"I appreciate the feedback, sport," William chuckled and kissed the boy's forehead. He then carried Evan out of the office. "It's getting pretty late, so why don't I tuck you into bed?"
Evan mumbled in protest, but it was pretty clear that he was feeling sleepy.
"How about I read you a bedtime story? Would you like that?" William asked as he carried the boy to his bedroom.
Evan nodded as he leaned into his father.
William chuckled softly. "Alright. You got it, sport. You got it."
Once Evan had fallen asleep, William returned to his office where he continued working on the designs for the animatronics. After a couple of hours, he put the designs away and began to go over the mounds of paperwork for his future restaurant.
No matter how he looked at it, William simply could not find a way to cover the costs for real estate, necessary materials, construction, and taxes with his available funds. He leaned back in his chair and ran his fingers through his hair. What made this situation even more aggravating was that Henry was apparently not having any issues with setting up his own restaurant.
William let out a sigh. "What am I going to do…?"
Saturday, September 20, 1980
William parked his car in the driveway of the Emily residence, got out of the vehicle, and walked up to the front door. He paused to take a deep breath before he knocked on it.
Before long, Henry opened the door and smiled when he saw who it was. "Oh hi, Will! How's life treating you?"
William tried to smile back, but it turned into a grimace. "Honestly… not that good."
"Oh?" Henry gave his friend a look of concern. "What's up, buddy?"
The two were then interrupted when Charlotte peeked out through the door and excitedly exclaimed, "Uncle Willy!"
William knelt down as the three year old rushed towards him and he laughed as she threw her arms around him. Hugging her back, he said, "Hey, Charlie! My, oh my, I think you've gotten a little bigger since I last saw you."
Charlotte giggled. "Do the funny voice! Do the funny voice!"
"Oh? What voice?" William asked, feigning confusion. Lifting her up in the air, he then started speaking with his characteristically high-pitched and maniacal-sounding Spring Bonnie voice. "You mean this voice?"
The girl giggled in delight.
Keeping up his Spring Bonnie impression, William laughed and set Charlotte back down on the ground. "Now why don't you run off and play? Me and your father need to talk business, and I'm afraid it's going to be dreadfully boring."
"M'kay!" Charlotte replied before she ran off into the house.
As William stood back up, Henry let out a chuckle. "Man, you've always been great with kids. No wonder Spring Bonnie is so popular."
William shrugged. "What can I say? It just comes natural to me."
"Heh, I bet. Anyway, why don't you come in?" Henry said and gestured for William to enter the residence. Once he did, Henry closed the door behind him. "So you wanted to talk about business, huh?"
"Yeah, that's right," William nodded.
"Alright, in that case, let's go to my office so we can get some privacy," Henry said before leading William to his office on the second floor. After they both had taken a seat on the opposite sides of Henry's desk, he asked, "So what is this about?"
"Well…" William began, rubbing the back of his neck. "I've been going over all of the costs for setting up Circus Baby's Pizza World, and I just… can't find a way to cover everything with the funds that I have."
"Have you tried taking out a bank loan?" Henry asked.
"Of course I did," William replied. "But… it's not enough. So I was just wondering if you'd be willing to lend me some money."
Henry leaned back in his chair and cleared his throat. "Just how much are we talking, here?"
"I… need about five hundred thousand dollars," William replied with a sheepish grin.
Henry whistled. "That's way too big of a loan for my comfort."
"Come on, Henry. Please, I really need your help here," William pleaded. "And you know that I'll pay you back as soon as I'm able."
"Provided that Circus Baby's Pizza World is successful," Henry noted with a hint of skepticism.
"Which it will!" William assured him.
"Sorry, Will. But I just don't share your confidence," Henry replied. "It's a lot of money you're asking for, and the way I see it, there's a high risk that I'll never get it back."
"Henry, please, I need this!" William begged.
Henry held up his hand. "Alright, alright! Look, while I'm not comfortable lending you that much money, I would be willing to buy you out of Fredbear's."
William was a bit taken aback by Henry's proposal. "You… want to buy me out?"
"I don't want to, Will, but you do need the money, right? And this is the only deal I feel comfortable making to help you out," Henry explained. "And I'd be willing to pay you two million, so you'd end up with four times as much as you need."
"I… I don't know…" William replied.
"Look, Will, you wanted to do your own thing, right? So why not go all the way?" Henry said. "And with an extra one and a half million dollars in your pocket, you shouldn't have any problem setting up Circus Baby's Pizza World."
William took a deep breath and then exhaled. "Fine."
"Alright. We could write up the paperwork right now, if you want?" Henry suggested.
"Sure," William replied with a dejected look on his face.